Skip to comments.Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Posted on 01/12/2014 6:41:22 PM PST by not2be4gotten.com
I remember poetry night, at the kitchen table, every Wednesday.
When I was a kid, I hated "poetry night" when we had supper together.
My mom made us read poems, every Wednesday night.
It was so uncool.
That was 30 years ago and I was in my teens.
And now, I ask you to consider the following:
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
We moms are actually mandated (internally) to be uncool.
I love your Mom....
Some songs now fill the vacuum left by the departure of quality poetry, but few songs even make the effort.
I’m not sure why, but I think about this one a lot.
Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries
These, in the day when heaven was falling,
The hour when earth’s foundations fled,
Followed their mercenary calling,
And took their wages, and are dead.
Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
They stood, and earth’s foundations stay;
What God abandoned, these defended,
And saved the sum of things for pay.
Frost was a homophobe. He used the word “queer”....
First heard the last lines of this poem in Telefon with Donald Pleasance and Charles Bronson! Cool film! I thought the lines of the poem were dark and mysterious as well!
That was the first poem one of my elementary school classes studied. I never forgot that poem since.
Thank you for that. I posted a few poems on Facebook, but that is happily a dying media.
I think poetery is repulsive!
Is this related to the new Apple iPad commercial with Robin Williams reading either Frost or Whitman?
It’s funny how vivid this poem is without including a bunch of details. Somehow he’s able to invoke the scene in your mind with relatively few and relatively simple words.
Dust of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
You’re not attracted to it ,then?
Lovely musical setting of that poem:
Discovered this in college, I did...
No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon!
No dawn- no dusk - no proper time of day -
No sky- no earthly view -
No distance looking blue -
No road - no street! -
No "t'other side the way" -
No end to any Row -
No indications where the Crescents go -
No top to any steeple -
No recognitions of familiar people -
No courtesies for showing 'em -
No knowing 'em!
No mail - no post -
No news from any foreign coast -
No park - no ring - no afternoon gentility -
No company- no nobility -
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,